[Intro]
Yuh yuh (Yuh yuh)
Yuh yuh (Yuh yuh)
Yuh yuh (Yuh yuh)
Yuh yuh (Yuh yuh)
Yuh yuh (Yuh yuh)
Yuh yuh (Yuh yuh)
Yuh yuh (Yuh yuh)

[Chorus: Ville]
I ain't trippin' over money, you n***as still gotta wait
[?] my talents, they go to waste
I was thinkin' 'bout this thottie, I fuck her like all day
Every time you need that love, you call me, I'm on the way
Money comin' in and out of my pockets like all day
And I'm makin' hits, yeah I'm makin' bands like Andre
Screamin', "Fuck all of these critics," tell these n***as I'm the one
I'ma go and make a cannon I'm not gonna use a gun (Yuh yuh)

[Verse 1: Ville]
What you say?
They pushin' all my music, they be tryna ride the wave
She just sucked up on my dick then left the house the same day
Why these n***as gotta do this, get some diamonds in they face
Gotta look out for them n***as, I be thinking this a race
I already [?] I'll do in your face
N***as [?] outside, tryna make a piece of change
[?] I'ma show you how much green
Yuh
We do trips on money, gotta go
[?] finesse the money for the low
We was really just trickin' n***as for the low
Any time that you reach a n***a, gotta blow
We can't make it just rain on bitches, make it snow
I precipitate rain on n***as like it's cold
[Bridge]
Ride around with two thots
Ride around with two thots
My money got blue lines
I'ma make some blue lines
Ride around with two thots
Ride around with two thots
My money got blue lines
My money got blue lines

[Verse 2: Headband Andy & Ville]
Touch down in L.A., then hop in a jet
I'm with a few models that I just met
"Wanna talk money?" Okay, I'm like "Bet"
I don't even talk to that bitch, I'm a mess
When I get cold I put on some Moncler
She ain't fuck with me, but now she be starin'
I got a new Balenciaga pair
I be runnin' the city, that shit went for a mil'
Yuh yuh (Yuh yuh)
Yuh yuh (Yuh yuh)
All black diamonds
Came out the rough
That boy a squirrel (Hol' on)
I see the bluff (I see the bluff)
I be picky with the hoes (I be picky with the hoes)
I ain't tryna act tough (I ain't tryna act tough)
[Chorus: Ville]
I ain't trippin' over money, you n***as still gotta wait
[?] my talents, they go to waste
I was thinkin' 'bout this thottie, I fuck her like all day
Every time you need that love, you call me, I'm on the way
Money comin' in and out of my pockets like all day
And I'm makin' hits, yeah I'm makin' bands like Andre
Screamin', "Fuck all of these critics," tell these n***as I'm the one
I'ma go and make a cannon I'm not gonna use a gun (Yuh yuh)

[Outro]
This is saucy, hahaha